Tuesday, July 10, 2012

No word.

My favorite time of night, there is no word for. Past sunset, pre-moon, when the sky approaches navy but still shows an occasional streak of pink or gold. Last night it struck me that this is how the middle child feels, sandwiched between the flashy orange and the needy stars, whispering: look at me. Aren't I pretty, too?

4 comments:

Melissa Sarno said...

Oh wow. I like the way you look at sky and the people beneath it. :)

Beth Kephart said...

I love this, Kelly. And love you — miss you.

kelly said...

I need a better camera, but hopefully the words help explain. :-)

Miss the city skies and city people beneath them, too.

Kris McCulloch said...

Okay, am I the flashy orange or the needy stars? Not sure either works for me! Haha :)